Was it formal? Casual? Somewhere in between? I thought about texting her, but decided to just bring a few shirts with me to change on the fly if need...d. I grabbed my truck keys and looked at the clock on the stove on my way out the door. 7:38, plenty of time to get there.When I arrived, Becky was sitting in her truck, rocking out to music. I know she didn't notice me because the music was so loud I could clearly hear it from outside. It was a song I knew, Slipknot's nomadic. It's a good. We didn't really know each other very well, so she gave me kind of a strange look, but then finally darted off upstairs. Pretty soon, I heard the water running through the pipes and realized she was taking a shower. Now I was starting to feel a little out of place, regretting my agreement to Jake. My dick had been rubbing a little bit all day, so I took a look around me, then stuck my hand in my pants and adjusted myself. I was also getting sort of hard. This was the opposite of what I wanted;. No sign of guilt or shame existed for what she had done a few short weeks ago. In that time, my Master had not done anything overtly sexual with her, expect he grabbed her ass when they hugged. Also his father was barely ever home, deciding to spend time out of the city for work rather than return. He was gone twenty-five days out of every thirty.His girlfriend gave my Master two more hand jobs since their phone call. Deb now called my master almost nightly and masturbated for, and often with,. Having slung and lobbed it down to the floor, he breaks off from swinging round-about and persistently switching his position. For a skimpy, scant while, he glances and stares straight there at Daisy, clothed in nothing but a white Spartan shirt that embraces and cuddles to his skin and chest tightly and snugly. Yummy! He is whence powerful-built and mouthwatering-formed at the same time. Just this sighting alone makes Daisys vagina tingle and tickle with grand and excruciating sexual pain and.